M. E. Barber
NOT where we elect to go,
But where Jesus leads the way,
There the living waters flow,
There our darkness turns to day.
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Not our self-appointed task
Will the Lord’s approval win,
But the work we did not ask,
Finished humbly, just for Him.
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Not the prayer we long to plead,
When we bend before the Throne,
But the touching deeper need
Of the Spirit’s wordless groan.
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Not the gift we proudly lay
On His altar will He heed,
If our hearts have said Him, “Nay,”
When He whispered, “I have need.”
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Thus we die, and dying live
In the heavenlies with the Lord;
Thus we serve, and pray, and give,
Christ Himself, our great Reward.
